A Mountain of Treasure, and None the Wiser

Huang Tieyi stared at Bibi Dong, unable to believe his ears. "Your Highness, I just saved you from the Martial Soul poison, and you want to cut off my hand? What kind of reasoning is that? Repaying kindness with cruelty? Killing the donkey once the millstone's turned? Forgetting a debt of gratitude?"

"Shut up. Spare me the string of idioms. This is for the greater good, for Spirit Hall's stability. What's the loss of one hand? At worst, I'll ask my teacher for a Left Arm Soul Bone to replace it when I get back," Bibi Dong declared righteously.

"So I'm supposed to thank you?" Huang Tieyi said, speechless. "Mo Daolin escaped. He didn't die. What happens next time? What if he uses the same trick again? Are you going to cut off my left hand a second time?"

"Ah..." Bibi Dong froze. She had not thought that far ahead. After a moment's silence, she asked, "Then what do you suggest?"

"What else? I level up. You know how much Soul Power I have stored up. I'd planned to stay at the Soul Saint level for a while. I was already invincible among people my age and could overpower most Soul Masters, so I saw no need to rush. I wanted to polish my foundations. But now it looks like I'll have to reach Titled Douluo as soon as possible. Then, when I run into Evil Soul Masters who like picking on someone younger and weaker, I won't have to fight as if my life depends on it."

Huang Tieyi spoke with an arrogance that looked down on the world. "I can only become the youngest Titled Douluo on Douluo Continent, achieving what none before me have achieved and none after me will surpass. An eternity of solitude awaits."

"Enough